The sunny side of grief
Grief is a mystical grandmother. A stormy ocean who's waves are smashing the shores of our human nature and its dreams. She is the witch who's appearance is ugly and secretly holds the most innocent beauty for the innocent eyes. She is fierce and she whispers wisdom
In a field of pure potentiality…
In a field of pure potentiality, what do I choose to be? that part in me in equanimity could it be that it is me?
Wishing you a glorious new cycle ♡
MAY WE ALL COME A GIANT LEAP CLOSER TO THE REVELATION OF OUR AUTHENTIC TRUE NATURE MAY THE UNKNOWN DEVOUR US, TO SPIT US OUT AGAIN ON THE OTHER SIDE – STRIPPED OF IDENTITY, BUT AS A MIRROR OF ALL LIFE
Paradoxes are one
There are two movements,inseparable and seemingly opposite, but absolutely intimately related. We try to figure outwhich vision of "ourselves" we truly are.Believe there is a choice to be made.And find ourselves over againin a new position,that annihilate the vision found before.And we realize that this is never-ending. This cannot end